The Billionaire Holds Me Now Novel Novels & Stories

They both turned to look at her and they didn't look terrified, surprised, or display any form of emotion at all. Xalia wanted to apologize but she was curious about one thing. What Emily had just said. Jack isn't a billionaire, he is a millionaire so how did he become a billionaire in one night? “What do you mean, cheers to being the latest billionaire in the city?” Xalia asked nervously with her voice trembling and Jack smiled. “Oh, your lawyer hasn't called you yet?” he asked. “Huh?” “You signed everything you have ever had to me last week after I gave you the best fuck of your life. You have nothing, Xalia. All you have ever had is in my name!”

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

"Can you wrap your legs around my waist Janette? I'll need my legs if I want to take us down." My brain stops functioning at this point and the image floats into my head unbidden. Me with my legs around Ayden Bravlov's slim and strong waist. My hands are around the neck of a man who owns billions in money and assets. He doesn't wait for me to answer. His hands grab my thighs and hauls me up. My legs go around his waist immediately and soon I hear something like a low growl coming from deep within the billionaire.

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

Men can be crazy and stingy sometimes. I received $30 million from him as a promise f*e. I bought a big house in New York and used the remaining money to start my fashion business. It gives me joy when I see the alert for the money he sent. I got my reward from him, such a ruthless billionaire. I took my phone and headed home to prepare for my visit to the doctor. **************************************** After taking a bath, I realized that I hadn’t spoken to my apprentice at all.

“Mr. Aiden asked me to give you this.” Inside was a new bank card. Her name printed on it. No limits attached. Aria held it with trembling hands, her voice breaking to herself more than anyone. “What if he asks me for something I can’t give?” But Mila had already left the room. Aria stood alone, overwhelmed by everything happening around her. Somewhere far away, Aiden ended a meeting and reached into his briefcase. Inside was an old photo of him, Gabriel, a group of college friends… and Aria in the background, laughing at something off camera, unaware she had been captured.

She complained I laughed out loud "Well nothing happened" "What? Why did he hire you then" "I don't know maybe that's the billionaire way" I grinned switching on the tv by the corner. The news read: CROSS HOLDINGS LIMITED UNDER INTERNAL INVESTIGATION. My heart sanked. Damian "Billionaire way? Wonders are beginning" Salome's voice now sounded distant "It's you fault! You caused it, you were paid to distract him and that's it" A voice rang in my mind

“There are things I can’t say. Not because I don’t trust you—but because saying them puts people in danger.” His eyes darkened. “You expect me to believe that?” I looked up at him then, really looked. The man he had become, the billionaire, the empire builder, the untouchable force in Atlanta’s business world. But beneath it all, I still saw the boy who had skipped meals so I could eat. The man who stood between me and the world when he had nothing but the stubborn hope of a better day to come. “I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t already lost everything,” I said softly. “You think I came back here to hurt you?”

“Pack your shit and get the hell out of my company right this minute!” There was silence for a second before the two of them burst into loud laughter, as if I had just said the funniest thing. Slowly, a shiver of foreboding trickled down my spine as I stared at them. Still chuckling, Daniel straightened to look me right in the eyes. “Wake up, darling,” he drawled. “This all belongs to me now,” he said, throwing his arms wide to encompass the luxurious space. For the second time in less than twenty minutes, the wind was knocked out of me. “What?” I whispered. “This… this company is mine, Daniel.”

My body was still humming, a deep, heavy ache settling between my legs where he had just stretched me open. Dominic stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me. His broad shoulders were tense under a clean black t-shirt, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark sweatpants. Looking at him now, you wouldn't think he had just spent the last hour ruthlessly hammering into me, marking me as his. He looked completely detached again. Like the untouchable billionaire my father had trusted. He didn't turn around when I stepped off the bed. My bare feet made a soft padding sound against the polished hardwood floor.